Something Extra: Mission Mishap! – Part 1

Zach, Spencer, and Claire walked through the
congested sidewalks of New Delta City’s Circle Park. The first days of summer were upon them and
the city always celebrated with a block party that spanned from one end of the
park to the other over a mile away.

Show cars lined the parking lots for
everybody to see. Citizens got to sit in
crime fighting cars from the Justice Ensemble.
Dark Rat’s Stealth Hummer was always the most popular destination. Its dents and scratches told the stories of
the Dark Rats constant battles against evil.
It was severely contrasted by GreatGuy’s six wheeled jeep. The jeep was near mint. GreatGuy could fly, so he rarely used any
mode of transportation.

All kinds of games and rides filled most of
the park. Clowns, performance artists,
families, adventurers, and those weird people that didn’t even know an event
was happening that day all mixed together into a single clash of congestion.

Spencer’s stomach grumbled. Luckily, he and the others were standing in
line at one of the many food trucks tucked away in the center of Circle
Park. Unluckily, the line was long. All of them were.

“Maybe we should try somewhere else,”
suggested Zach. “I saw some trucks
scattered along the outskirts.”

“No!” said Spencer, followed by another growl
of his stomach. “We’re not going to a
carnival truck. We’re eating here.”

“We’re going to be here all day,” said
Claire. “I wanted to see some of the
shows. Just grab a pretzel and we can
eat later.”

“No,” said Spencer again. “I’ve been craving a moon burger for
days. I’m staying in line.”

“We can get a moon burger at Apollo’s grill later,”
said Zach.

Spencer scoffed at the idea. “Apollo’s is a joke. Their burgers have spent too much time on
Earth in the freezer before they get to us.

“Ross’ Well Tasting Moon Burgers transports
their burgers from the moon every night.
Freshly chilled in deep space and then cooked in the atmosphere upon
reentry. These are the best!”

Zach and Claire stared at Spencer in a
flabbergasted awe.

“I’m going to go get a pretzel,” said
Zach.

“A show starts in five,” said Claire. “I’ll see you later.”

“Mind if I join you?” Zach asked.

“Sure!” said Claire.

“But I thought we were hanging out today?”
Spencer called out as Zach and Claire made their leave.

“We’ll be back after the show!” Claire yelled
back.

“You’ll be here!” Zach followed up.

Zach and Claire didn’t hear what Spencer
yelled back. They made a beeline through
the heavy crowd of attendees. Zach set
his eyes on the first carnival truck he could see. After several grueling minutes of pushing and
shoving they had arrived.

“You want anything?” Zach asked.

“I could go for a water,” said Claire.

Zach smiled.
“No problem.”

“What can I get you?” asked the cashier.

He turned to the cashier. “A pretzel and two waters please.”

Zach reached for his wallet. Instinctively, he brushed his hand across his
nose to ease an itch as he pulled out some cash.

“You don’t want a pretzel?” Zach double
checked with Claire.

“I’m good,” said Claire. She looked at her watch. The show was about to begin.

“You can find us a seat if you want,” said
Zach, also concerned for the time.

“We’ll be fine,” said Claire. She nodded toward the cashier behind Zach
opening the window.

Zach turned around. He reached out to grab his order of the
pretzel and two waters. Instead, he was
handed a briefcase.

“What is this?” Zach asked.

Before the cashier answered he slapped a
handcuff around Zach’s wrist. The other
end was attached to the briefcase.

“You’re late,” said the cashier in a
surprisingly deeper voice. “We’ve been
waiting for the signal all morning. We
thought something had gone wrong.”

“Is my pretzel in here?” Zach asked, still
trying to figure out what was going on.

“Good luck, agent,” said the cashier. Then he closed the service window. To his left another worker in the truck
turned the sign from OPEN to CLOSED.

Groans echoes around Zach as hungry patrons
grew upset at the loss of an eating option.
The carnival truck’s windows were then completely blocked out. Metal grates locked shut, completely
concealing those inside.

Zach remained by the cashier window,
helpless, with a briefcase handcuffed to his left wrist.

“What just happened?” Zach wondered out loud.

“Is your pretzel in there?” Claire asked.

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